Chapter Two
A/N here is chapter two thanks to everyone who has loved this story! On a note, yes you can actually study forensic science as a subject at school I did it for a term in year 10 just thought I should make that clear.
Sherlock locked himself in his dorm and collapsed on his bed confused. What had just happened with John Watson? Sherlock knew he was gay but he had never had this sort of reaction from a person before his arm burned where John had grabbed him.
Dammit no he thought. He could not be attracted to John bloody Watson. He knew what sort of hell would rain down on him should anyone find out.
Sherlock sat on his bed contemplating his options. He could admit his feelings to John, be beaten within an inch of his life and commit suicide later, not tell John and risk people finding out, or dismiss the whole thing and ignore it. He decided to go with plan C this just chemistry and could therefore be ignored. He heard the lunch bell end and knew he had classes that he had to attend heaving himself off his bed, Sherlock made his way to class. It was science and they were currently studying forensic science his favourite subject.
"What can the analysis of blood spatter tell us?" the teacher Mr. Allen questioned the class most of which were confused or grossed out.
"Blood spatter can tell us the angle and type of weapon used, the height of the attacker, the position of the victim. It can also tell us whether the body has been moved" Sherlock answered to the general astonishment of the class.
"Very good Sherlock. So you can see for yourself what blood spatter from different heights looks like, you will split into pairs and drop red paint from different heights onto the white paper to see the spatter patterns ok" Sherlock ignored the groans of the class as he got himself prepared.
"Sherlock?" Sherlock turned to see John looking at him.
"Um I don't have a partner do you mind if I work with you?"
"No" John smiled and sat down watching Sherlock at work. His focus was amazing he shut the rest of the world out as he worked on the task each drop was so precise. The class ended John looked at Sherlock who hadn't heard the teacher.
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock didn't notice John he continued working. John lightly shook his shoulder to get his attention; Sherlock froze and looked at John with wide frightened eyes. John pulled away sharply,
"Sherlock class is over" Sherlock nodded briefly, he got up, packed away his things, and swiftly left the classroom.